“Easy there , whats the matter?Dont you know its dangerous to run down the stairs?”Nash says in a affectionate voice .
Mia pants while holding her brothers hand . “Nash is right , Mia . You shouldn’t run down the stairs like that .”Rose says going towards them and grabbing Mia’s arm . “She just got excited to see you .Nash , dont mind her , Go and rest in the guest room. You must be tired .”Rose says tightening her hand around Mia’s arm . A clear warning to keep her mouth shut . “Yeah,Mia ! Come with me , i have something to show you!”Lan says grabbing Mia’s arm and dragging her away . But Mia gets out of his hold and pushes him away . “Mia , go with Lan .He wants to show you something important “Rose says pushing Mia towards Lan . Nash watches all three of them with confusion and suspicion . A slight irritation raising in his chest after being exhausted for two days straight. Lan tries to grab Mia again but Nash glares at him . “Let go of her”Nash says and Lan obediently releases her arm . Lan is scared out of his wits from Nash’s glare . “Is everything okay , Mia?”Nash asks standing in front of her . Nash looks down at Mia with narrowed but soft eyes , waiting for her to speak . “Brother!Mom and Lan locked Liana up in your room forcefully two days ago . And they refuses to open the door no matter how much Liana bangs on the door !”Mia says worry and panic evident in her young face . Nash’s body freezes and his heart skips a beat hearing his sister . Locked her up? My mom? And Lan? They locked her up? Is that why mom answered her phone last two days and said that she was busy ? Nash looks at his mom whose face is drained of any colour . Rose panic’s seeing Nash’s angry eyes . Her already trembling heart comes to her mouth as she tries to make up excuses . “N-nash s-she-“Enough “Nash interrupts her and runs up the stairs not wasting another second . His heart is in a turbulent state , thinking of Liana . Fuck she is scared of being alone , how can mom lock her up???? Nash runs towards their room and turns the knob only to find the door locked . Not being patient enough to wait for someone to bring the keys he kicks the door . He is anxious with worry for Liana . She is scared of dark . She must be so scared . I have to get her out right now! Lan , Mia and Rose come towards his room and find him kicking the door violently. Anger is visible in his face . The bulging veins on his neck and desperate attempt to break the door says everything one needs to know to know that he is worried sick . Being greatly built and strong ,Nash manages to break the door after a few kicks . He strides inside as soon as the door is broken . Darkness welcomes him as he steps into the room . His heart skips a beat seeing the peach black dark room . He quickly turns on the light and searches for Liana . A sleeping figure on the bed catches his eyes and he runs towards the bed quickly . “Liana!Liana!Are you okay??”Nash asks sitting down on the bed and shaking her gently . But he gets no response . He removes the hair from her face is and takes a deep breath seeing her dry and torn lips . Her usual bright face is as pale as a sheet . Her shiny blond hair resting on the pillow seems to turn dull suddenly . Her body is extremely cold and haggard. Guilt and worry fills his eyes seeing her in this condition . The pillow she is sleeping on is wet from tears . Just how long was she calling for help ? How could they do this ? I never left her alone in the dark , how dare they do this? Don’t they know how fragile this woman is ?! Rage fills Nash’s heart as he turns around and looks at his mother with raging eyes . He is literally shaking in anger as he looks at her . He gets up from the bed and Mia takes his place . Keeping his eyes on his mother , he strides towards her . Rose takes a few steps back in fear as Nash approaches her . Nash is mad angry and it’s visible on his face . “WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO LOCK UP MY WIFE?!”He shouts towering over Rose . Rose and Lan flinch hearing his loud and angry voice . Even Mia is scared from his shout . Nash has always been patient and loving towards them . But they also knew how bad his anger is . Thats why they never wanted to get on his bad side . “Na-*SLAP* A slapping sound echoes through the room . A brutal hand mark is printed on Lan’s face as soon as he tries to speak . His face turns to the side and he stumbles back a little from the impact. Mia gasps seeing Lan getting slapped . But in her heart she knew he deserved it . “YOU!Mom has spoiled you rotten!Who do you think she is?!She is your sister in law ! How dare you behave like this to her?!”Nash says stepping towards Lan . Nash grip Lan by the collar of his T-shirt and shakes him harshly . “Who gave you the courage huh?!Have i been too good to you guys?!”Nash says with clenched jaw .He laughed harder this time. “Don’t worry. I’m not taking you there.”“I—I didn’t even know these places existed!”He grinned. “You’re adorable.”She kept staring outside, then blinked rapidly. “Wait… are those men?”“Yes.”“But… they look…”She squinted. Her brows furrowed.“Their… um…”Nash raised a brow. “Their what?”“Their dicks,” she whispered, blushing furiously. “They look so small. Are you sure they’re men?”Nash nearly swerved off the road.He clutched the wheel, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. “Oh my—Liana!”“I mean,” she mumbled, covering her face. “I’ve only seen yours… and compared to that… those just look…”“Like peanuts?” Nash choked out between laughter.“I didn’t say that!”“You thought it!”Liana laughed too, finally letting her head drop against the seat.It was the kind of laughter that shook her chest, that made her stomach ache. The kind of laughter she hadn’t felt in years.She looked at Nash, still laughing with tears in his eyes, and her heart swelled.
The car still smelled like sin.Heavy, intimate, raw. The kind of scent that lingered long after the chaos was over — a heady blend of Liana’s sweet, aroused scent, Nash’s thick release, and the light sheen of sweat that coated both their bodies. The air was thick with it, every breath reminding Liana of the wild way he’d taken her just minutes ago.And her body wasn’t done with him.She sat curled against the seat, her thighs still trembling slightly, her lips swollen from his kisses, her pants clinging to her skin — sticky and damp. Her blouse clung to her chest in places it shouldn’t, and the ache between her legs hadn’t dulled. Not even close.Nash drove in silence, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console, fingers occasionally tapping in rhythm — calm, like he hadn’t just devoured her in a public car.But his knuckles were still red from holding her hips too tightly.Liana shifted in her seat, thighs rubbing together in subtle friction, trying to calm
Every step made her more aware of it.Of how the fabric brushed against her bare skin.Of how exposed she felt — even if fully dressed.She walked down the stairs carefully, heart in her throat. Nash was already waiting in the living room, leaning against the edge of the couch, arms crossed, wearing black slacks and a fitted shirt that hugged his chest and sleeves perfectly.His eyes swept over her the second she appeared.Slow. Possessive.“You listened,” he said, voice laced with heat.Liana swallowed. “You said it like I didn’t have a choice.”“You didn’t.”Before she could respond, he was already opening the front door.⸻The ride was quiet at first.They were in Nash’s matte black Aston Martin. The windows were tinted, the leather interior cool beneath their touch. The city passed by outside in a blur — glass buildings, shifting sunlight, and the faint hum of early traffic.Nash drove with one hand on the wheel. The other?On her thigh.At first, it was innocent. A light touch. H
Nash didn’t answer.He hung up slowly and set the phone on the table. His breakfast sat untouched now, the coffee growing cold.Liana watched him in silence. He didn’t move.She stood quietly, walked around the table, and sat beside him instead of across. Her hand reached up and touched his shoulder lightly.“You okay?” she asked softly.He didn’t answer.Liana leaned in, pressing herself to his side, arms wrapping around him.He turned slightly, allowing her to hug him. Her cheek pressed into his upper arm.“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered. “I just… don’t like seeing you like this.”Nash turned his face to her — slowly — his eyes shadowed, something sharp and conflicted in them. But the moment their gazes locked, the mood shifted.Suddenly, she was too close.His breathing deepened.And under the table, she felt it — his body responding to her proximity.Hard.Fast.His arousal pressed against the fabric of his pants, unmistakable.Her cheeks flushed.“N-Nash—”Before
Still in the black shirt he had left in, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the collar slightly open like he had just returned and hadn’t even paused to change. His hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with faint stubble, and his eyes… those dark eyes were filled with something soft and deep as they looked down at her.“You’re home,” she whispered, voice hoarse with sleep.His thumb brushed her cheek again, like he hadn’t stopped since she opened her eyes.“You look so innocent and beautiful while you’re sleeping,” Nash said, voice low.Liana’s heart skipped a beat. A blush climbed onto her cheeks before she could even respond. The way he was looking at her — like she was some fragile, rare thing that he was afraid to break — it did something strange to her.He leaned a little closer. “You know I was worried about you. That maybe you wouldn’t be okay alone.”Her lips parted slightly, caught between smiling and teasing. “Why wouldn’t I be? Am I a baby to you?”A slow smirk tugged at Nash’s
Liana smiled. “Because if I keep holding onto bitterness, I’ll never be free. And today, I want to feel free.” Mia blinked back a strange tightness in her chest, quickly turning to face the steering wheel. “Okay then. Hold tight. We’ve got a lot of places to hit.” With a small laugh, she revved the engine and sped out of the driveway. The tires whispered against the warm road as the sun blazed above them. Wind tangled their hair as the car rushed through the outskirts of the city, where traffic was light and flowers bloomed at the edge of the sidewalks. They stopped at a boutique first, one that Mia swore had the “cutest bags in the world.” Liana admired a soft pastel blue sling bag and ended up getting it, along with a pair of sunglasses that Mia insisted made her look like a “celebrity hiding from paparazzi.” Their laughter echoed through the store. It wasn’t loud, but it was pure—the kind that makes strangers turn to smile without realizing it. After that, they drove to a